Two Rivers Isle they don't rattle windows or write letters in blood.

He wonders if she knows what she has done to him these soft, silent moments.

The sudden bond he feels to her. That he might very well follow her to the end of the earth! Wrapped around her claw.

He now wished to spend plenty of waking moments with her. To show her how he might fish for her, to see what things she wanted to do. What interested her? What things made her her?

A muffled, deep sound is somewhere in the back of his throat. Just for her, he has decided. Let this run its course and see where they might end up!

Yet she is standing now and he is still awestruck by her. A willow tree of beauty in all ways. Although he is also prepared, like he had felt, to follow her. Wherever she may lead!

He stood a bit more proper now too and his tail wiggled softly behind him.

He'd be here for her, wherever she wished to go now.